Despite a ludicrously late finish at work last night (a handy combination of restaurant overbookings and understaffing), I was up at the crack of dawn today to be in Ashford by 10:30 to sign up with a recruitment agency. It might be a few weeks until I get anything but I think I'm going to quit the bastard job anyway. Can't do it any more, really really can't.
Also spent too much money on boots, jesus sandals (a bit like
this) and
gaiters for Chile. I am going to look HOT on this trip.
Now I need a little sleep on the sofa, I think.
Oh! Also on the job front, there now seems to be a pretty good chance I'm going back to Sainsburys. Hurrah! Good God. Still, a million times better than the pub, and a "late finish" is 8:30. Ha!